navigation (day 4)

i walk along
where vines hang low
the moonlight
shines the sea below

steer my ship through choppy seas

stockade of
my speckled past
with wounded ones
unfit to last

give fair warning when passing by

i lick the honey
off chapped lips
and blow a kiss
to opposing ships

seek my lodestone with open eyes


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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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